The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Six hundred and thirty-one, autumn.

In the six hundred years of the prosperous age, human exploration of the spiritual world has reached its peak, and everything in art, literature, culture, etc. has reached an unprecedented level.

In an era of unlimited material abundance, people no longer run for a living, nor do they bend down for a bucket of rice.

Human beings can indulge in their own interests and hobbies, such as singing, literature, dance, music, and even sex, etc., Immortal Palace can satisfy them.

But excessive pursuit of the spiritual world is not a good thing. People become dissolute, greedy for pleasure, and become like a beast.

Without shame, rituals and music collapse.

This era is called the second collapse of ritual and music.

Lu Haochu stood in front of his family's centuries-old house. His soul penetrated every corner. He was in the mansion of the Lu family, the first family in Qingzhou, a palace complex covering an area of ​​more than fifty acres.

He saw his great-great-granddaughter, playing with three beautiful men. He saw his great-grandson, who was still strong and strong, holding a woman who was several dozen years younger than his daughter. He also saw the filth under the blue brick and red wall. An unbearable sight.

"Rituals and music have collapsed, you are right again."

A memory in his mind was like a hand, instantly pulling him back three hundred years ago.

Lu Haochu believed that he was one of the luckiest local monks since his reincarnation. He happened to be assigned to Qingzhou to perform a mission, and he happened to catch up with the resurrection of the immortal, and he also saved his life because of his status as a disciple of Shangqing Palace.

But what really made him change his fate against the odds was that he got on the line of immortality through Zhao Si.

In the past six hundred years, Lu Haochu was actually the steward of the Immortal family. He was responsible for taking care of one-third of the land in Qingzhou and taking care of the Immortal's relatives.

The advantage is naturally that you can go in and out of Hanshui Slope and get guidance from immortals.

That day, Miss Shiraishi asked a question.

"Now that society has realized communism, human beings no longer need to run around for a living and can devote themselves wholeheartedly to their hobbies. Every time I come out of my practice, I feel like I have entered a new world. World-class literary works are springing up like mushrooms after a rain. When it comes out, even ordinary people can recite poems and compose poems."

"Fake Taoist priest, I can't even imagine what it will be like next time I come out of seclusion. Do you think humans will become the gods in the movies and TV shows of our time? A perfect race."

The immortal smiled and shook his head, saying: "At the beginning of the two thousand years, the living standards of ordinary people were equivalent to those of the nobles hundreds of years ago, and the scope of knowledge they had access to exceeded that of the scholar class in the past. In ancient times, everyone was like a dragon. But you may not be satisfied with discussing politics online on weekdays."

"History is an upward spiral. Now you can see that everything is prosperous. This is mankind's exploration of itself. When the spiritual world based on food and clothing is over-explored, and when people take it for granted to enjoy the prosperous times, the spiral of history will fall."

Shiraishi asked curiously: "A world war breaks out again? Everyone goes back to pick up cans?"

"No, you need to understand. All acts of force have clear material demands. The previous theories are not suitable for this era."

Li Yi said, and then gave an answer that was still fresh in the minds of the listeners even after hundreds of years.

"There will be a second collapse of rituals and music, extreme hedonism will prevail, and everyone will become a puppet of desire."

"Because of the excessive pursuit of meaning and value, sometimes the value will be lost."

The second time rituals and music collapsed.

The immortal accurately predicted it, and everything was just as the other party said, with almost no deviation.

Of course, excessive exploration of the spiritual world, when everything reaches its peak, will inevitably turn to decline. This decline is not the change of dynasties, but the decline of human nature.

The fantasy of the so-called gods in the past was too ideal.

After all, the material needs of human beings have never changed in the past hundreds of years. No matter how technology and living standards change, it is difficult to change the daily life of a bowl of rice. Very few people can completely break away from physical desires and pursue the ultimate spiritual world.

An over-developed spiritual culture will only place mediocre people in high places, leaving them hanging upside down on the edge of the cliff because they think they have climbed to the highest point. One mistake will lead to catastrophe.

Unless you practice.

But practicing is extremely difficult.

When Lu Haochu was about to break through the Foundation Establishment, in order to leave an incense and comfort his parents at home, he found a woman who was also a monk to get married. After giving birth to two sons, they have developed into two branches of the Lu family, with their number reaching thousands.

If people who separated from their families were included together, there would probably be hundreds of thousands of people.

Among them, there are dozens of people who have cultivated to the golden elixir, one person who is a Nascent Soul, and less than a thousand people who have built the foundation.

At best, artificial spiritual roots can only guarantee the cultivation during the Qi training period, allowing people to use spells, so that everything related to spiritual energy will not become the monopoly of monks.

Lu Haochu sighed and walked into the tall mansion. He came to the lobby in one step. In the family ancestral hall that should respect the majesty, there was a man and a woman hugging each other.

Seeing a man wearing Taoist robes suddenly appear, the men and women were frightened and screamed. The formation inside the mansion was activated, the floor lit up with wisps of spiritual light, and a fairy rope flew out.

The Immortal Palace has always strictly prohibited offensive formations, and most of the formations that can be arranged at home are defensive.

Lu Haochu slapped it casually, and the fairy rope turned into ashes.

"Old ancestor."

The woman recognized Lu Haochu and said stumblingly: "Aren't you in seclusion? Why did you come back suddenly?"

When the man heard the word "ancestor", his face suddenly turned pale. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "My dear, the eighty-sixth generation of the Lu family, Lu Mulan, pays homage to our ancestor."

Lu Haochu was sitting in the main seat. He did not answer the woman's question, but looked at the two of them and said, "Your blood relationship has exceeded three generations?"

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"I don't blame you. You don't have any problems in this era. It's just that an old timer like me can't keep up with the times, and I don't want to enter this dirty era."

Lu Haochu said lightly, cold sweat dripped from their foreheads, but the woman finally failed to withstand the pressure and knelt on the ground, kowtowed and shouted.

"Ancestor, have mercy on me, ancestor, have mercy on me."

"Why are you asking for mercy? I said I don't blame you. Do you know? This house has been protected by a special magic circle for four hundred years. It was the first time I sat here. I was only a hundred years old and experienced a house full of children and grandchildren. When I am 200 years old, I am sitting here again, and my children and grandchildren have become even more outstanding than the previous generation, each one of them talented in culture and military skills."

Lu Haochu leaned back on his chair, with a look of reminiscence and helplessness on his face.

"Every time I come out of seclusion, I can see the outstanding younger generations, and I can also feel what the ancients said about the mountain without Jiazi, and the cold will never know the year. For me, five hundred years is actually a few decades ago, most of the time They are all practicing.”

"Are you a special case?"

The two looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

Lu Haochu had a thought in his mind and said: "After all, it's just for excitement, it doesn't matter to you. I don't know what will happen to you in a hundred years."

"Call everyone, we have something to announce."

In about an hour, all the core members of the Lu family arrived, and those who were unable to attend also sent in soul images or holographic images.

Nearly a hundred of the hundreds of people are the product of inbreeding, either for the sake of pure blood of the family, or because of the morbid pursuit of the so-called self-spirituality in this era.

Trample ethics underfoot and put the individual above all else. It is said that they are for the pursuit of their own spirituality, but in fact they are puppets controlled by the flesh.

The greatest resistance of their so-called self-spirit is just to resist the genetic rejection of close relatives, and to resist for the sake of resistance.

These people disgust Lu Haochu, an ancient man who was born in the early two thousand years of the old era.

Then a middle-aged man wearing an official uniform walked in, escorted by two golden puppets.

He first bowed and saluted Lu Hao's hand, and then quickly manipulated the information file in his hand with his fingertips.

"Senior Lu, according to the law, you have no blood relationship with everyone present within three generations, and you have no support obligations. You only need personal consent to leave your household registration."

The personal terminals on everyone's wrists sounded in unison.

Ding dong.

When they took a closer look, their expressions suddenly changed.

Lu Haochu said: "Now that I have separated from the Lu family's household registration, I have left you a legacy that is enough to reach the realm of the gods. It can be left to talented descendants. It doesn't matter if you squander it yourself. In the future, you and I will meet again." No cause and effect.”

After saying this, Lu Haochu disappeared from the spot.

Immediately afterwards, countless Lu family members rushed out and knelt on the ground, letting out heartbreaking cries.

They lost an ancestor who transformed into a god.

There will no longer be a strong guarantee in the days to come.

The household registration administrator watched with cold eyes and silently put Lu Haochu's documents into a secret list.

[Lu Haochu, the 123rd transformed god who cut off his mortal bloodline. 】

[As of ten years ago, the emergence of great powers in the form of gods generally broke off mortal relationships. 】